I quit. Fucc music, fucc a job. Fucc effort. Dizzy out.
Who the fucc you thought I was? Graffiti is my body, pain & pride displayed on my skin. I stay tatted to hide my flesh from the world, relay my story.
Got the Dark Mark from Harry Potter tattoed on my left arm some months ago, at Contrast Tattoo Studio in Sandefjord, Norway.
I’ve always loved Harry Potter, especially the dark side, and I believe that reading the books through elementary school while I was being bullied helped me get through those years and even find some friends that also enjoyed the HP series.
My first ink. Ouroboros Sandworm. Beetlejuice is my life.
Last week I shot a roll of film that I’d got free with a second hand camera. When I got back the scans I found out that the roll had already been used by the guy who gave me it and so I had double exposed it. By chance, both of us had taken a photo of a motorway landscape and this was made. His photo is from the inside of the car looking at countryside and my shot of an urban motorway is best seen on the left hand side.
Finally my skin is getting colours, the start of looking my arm everyday and see that reason going with me to everywhere l go. Art and beyond of what everyone could see. Soon l’ll get feathers, an eagle but for the moment, that eye with that oportunity of seeing beyond everything, like an eagle, lightning paths, our path and an infinite world, unknown world, pure souls, opened minds and everything that makes me who l really am, today and always l hug so strong my world.